At Her Ladyship's Request
A Period Piece for Bands of Winds
by Carter Pann
Bassoon - Sheet Music

Band Bass Clarinet, Bass Drum, Bassoon, Bongos, Chimes, Clarinet 1, Clarinet 2, Clarinet 3, Contrabass, Contrabass Clarinet, Contrabassoon, Crash Cymbals, Euphonium, Flute 1, Flute 2, Flute 3, Glockenspiel, Horn 1, Horn 2, Horn 3, Horn 4, Oboe 1 and more.

SKU: PR.11540233F

A Period Piece for Bands of Winds. Composed by Carter Pann. Sws. Full score. 60 pages. Duration 12:30. Theodore Presser Company #115-40233F. Published by Theodore Presser Company (PR.11540233F).

ISBN 9781491114452. UPC: 680160667734. 9 x 12 inches.

At Her Ladyships Request (2016) was an idea born out of admiration for the wind works of Percy Grainger most notably his Lincolnshire Posey. The names and places here are all fictitious. Four countrymen have come forward at Her Ladyships request as we com.
At Her Ladyshipas Request (2016) was an idea born out of admiration for the wind works of Percy Grainger a most notably his Lincolnshire Posey. The names and places here are all fictitious. Four countrymen have come forward at Her Ladyshipas request as we commoners (and for as long as I can remember) have been led to believe Her Highness has grown complacent in her aged betrothal to His Lordship. I. It has long been established in this hill country that young, svelte Tom Abel has caught her fancy eye. He knocks about with the swagger of a visiting dignitary, confident and cocksure. And then there is his fatheras fortune. Cecil Abel may be the richest man in the land save for His Lordship. Tom, his only son, will run his face straight into that pile the moment his old man kicks. II. It is rare to spy Father Daniel Bennett, High Priest from the Abbey at Lockwood Cross, loitering in our very own town squarea|but not as of late. III. Is Her Ladyship so desperate as to call upon Old Man Dimplesweet? Were you to confirm this, I would have straightened my back and spit the ground before you. Then I saw what could not possibly be misconstrued. And where is His Lordship anyway? IV. Pettybone! Connivinga| insidious. I donat believe there has been a greater rivalry among men for generations. The Dukeas ego alone could run our nation. The grudges he grows are notorious. His mount is legendary. The day has come to collect his toll.
At Her Ladyship's Request (2016) was an idea born out of admiration for the wind works of Percy Grainger - most notably his Lincolnshire Posey. The names and places here are all fictitious. Four countrymen have come forward at Her Ladyship's request as we commoners (and for as long as I can remember) have been led to believe Her Highness has grown complacent in her aged betrothal to His Lordship. I. It has long been established in this hill country that young, svelte Tom Abel has caught her fancy eye. He knocks about with the swagger of a visiting dignitary, confident and cocksure. And then there is his father's fortune. Cecil Abel may be the richest man in the land save for His Lordship. Tom, his only son, will run his face straight into that pile the moment his old man kicks. II. It is rare to spy Father Daniel Bennett, High Priest from the Abbey at Lockwood Cross, loitering in our very own town square...but not as of late. III. Is Her Ladyship so desperate as to call upon Old Man Dimplesweet? Were you to confirm this, I would have straightened my back and spit the ground before you. Then I saw what could not possibly be misconstrued. And where is His Lordship anyway? IV. Pettybone! Conniving... insidious. I don't believe there has been a greater rivalry among men for generations. The Duke's ego alone could run our nation. The grudges he grows are notorious. His mount is legendary. The day has come to collect his toll.
At Her Ladyship’s Request (2016) was an idea born out of admiration for the wind works of Percy Grainger – most notably his Lincolnshire Posey.The names and places here are all fictitious. Four countrymen have come forward at Her Ladyship’s request as we commoners (and for as long as I can remember) have been led to believe Her Highness has grown complacent in her aged betrothal to His Lordship.I. It has long been established in this hill country that young, svelte Tom Abel has caught her fancy eye. He knocks about with the swagger of a visiting dignitary, confident and cocksure. And then there is his father’s fortune. Cecil Abel may be the richest man in the land save for His Lordship. Tom, his only son, will run his face straight into that pile the moment his old man kicks.II. It is rare to spy Father Daniel Bennett, High Priest from the Abbey at Lockwood Cross, loitering in our very own town square…but not as of late.III. Is Her Ladyship so desperate as to call upon Old Man Dimplesweet? Were you to confirm this, I would have straightened my back and spit the ground before you. Then I saw what could not possibly be misconstrued. And where is His Lordship anyway?IV. Pettybone! Conniving… insidious. I don’t believe there has been a greater rivalry among men for generations. The Duke’s ego alone could run our nation. The grudges he grows are notorious. His mount is legendary. The day has come to collect his toll.